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Oh. At least he knew for sure that Kayn didn’t mind being kissed. He made a pleased hum as he leaned into the kiss, one of his hands going to Kayn’s waist.

It occurred to him, perhaps a little too late, that after spending time out in the cold Kayn would prefer a partner who wasn’t chilly to the touch, but he suspected that the assassin will tell him if he felt uncomfortable.

“Well,“ Jax said with a smile when they drew back from the kiss. “I didn’t actually expect you to be fine with this. Doesn’t take too much to guess that I’m probably not your type.“ He traced the dark marking on Kayn’s side. “So. How far do you want to take this?“

He should have expected the cold touch after feeling the cold of his lips, but when Jax touched the bare skin of his waist, he tensed a little. He didn’t pull away, no. The tracing of his markings was too nice for that, even with the temperature difference. He liked the attention. 

“Oh, stroke my ego enough and I’ll fall like a flower petal on the first cold day of autumn.” Kayn was being dramatic--joking. He made it obvious with the way his flicked some of his hair out of his face and smiled. Both hands were on Jax’s shoulders then, though one came to smooth up the side of Jax’s neck, touching the cold skin there. Curious. It was in his touch and in his eyes, squinted as they were due to his smile. 

HE’S NOT MODERATE. | SELECTIVELY ACCEPTING

Hm?

Initially the name brings no memory to Jhin. That is not to say it isn’t unique-- he figures “Jax” must mean something.

Then it comes to him the same as an oak tree and rope did, and the thinking stops.

An embarrassment is what follows. Embarrassing to him and no-one but Jax had seen it happen, but that is all it took to render the recollection sour and draw a frown over his face. What else could it be, to be hogtied and draped from a tree limb upside down? At the very least the Demon escaped... and was promptly beat with not a sword or a hammer, but a lamp.

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He doesn’t jump at the touch. It’s more of an achievement than one would think, when you realize that he hasn’t noticed her presence before she tapped his shoulder.

Jax turns to her and smiles, although it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. Not for want of trying, but he still hasn’t quite managed to fine tune his human expressions. Probably never will.

“Luxanna Crownguard. Long time no seen. I hope you still remember me.”

Lux almost startles when he turns around, having expected nearly any face except the one beneath his hood. She smiles after a second, though, surprised but pleasantly enough to keep hold of her grocery bag.

The archmage sighed as he trudged up to where Jax lived.  Of course, he wasn’t sure the other was even home or if he was out and about somewhere near by.  That didn’t matter though.  He wore a winter’s cloak this time and held onto rucksack that had a couple items in it that clanked as it swayed.  If the grandmaster was home, then it would be fine.  If not, well, he’d leave the stuff and a note and try again later.

“I used to all the time, actually. Still do here and there, but it’s hard to experience the full glory of it all when it’s tied up. And I do take great pride in my looks, how my beauty impacts and awes onlookers.”

A mistletoe has been hung over my muse without them knowing! Send a 🌸 to give them a little surprise holiday kiss~

Kayn was taken aback by the kiss, but only because of the suddenness of it. Of course he understood that many desired to kiss his lips, and certainly he’d noted Jax’s interest in him, so that wasn’t the odd part.

And then a shadow off on the corner of his vision distracted him. He looked up.

“Ah. Don’t tell me that’s the only reason,” he spoke with a faux pout on his face, as he motioned up at the mistletoe. “Or was it merely an excuse?”